Crystal Clear

Chapter Seventeen

MOE

I couldn't stop drinking and I was a little out of control. I know that. But this was our party after all and I like to remember what happened the next day, but I couldn't help and enjoy myself a bit yesterday.

Let me tell you this much: drunken minds speak sober hearts. Last night, is probably the most awesome night of my life. Ooh, the feeling—it felt good, having Gabby's lips, pressed to mine. At least, I hope everything that Gabby told me last night was true. See, the thing is, is that I was 99.9% sure that Gabby didn't like me and it is that .1% that kept me going.

What happened last night, it was like a rush. I enjoyed every sweet word she said and every touch she gave me. We had gone to my bedroom, laid on my bed, kissed quietly, drowning the noise from the party out, it was as though it was just us two. It felt like the whole world disappeared and that it was me and her, alone, but together, forever. I wish that last night would've lasted forever. She had pulled away from me, sitting up in the bed.

"I'm so sorry, Moe, so sorry. I know, I know we—we were supposed to be friends only but... but... my heart doesn't seem to listen to me anymore. What do I do? I love you more and more every day and—and I'm so sorry because I can't... I can't stop my heart from falling for you," she babbled to me, liquor on her breath, tequila—I think, totally intoxicated and slurring her words as she gazed into my eyes, biting her lip. I stared at her, dumbfounded.

"You're mad, please don't be mad," she began to cry. I had shaken my head no, begging her to not dramatize the situation. I'm the complete opposite of mad, how could I be mad?!

"I'm not, I'm not at all," I had comforted her, she kept shaking her head at me.

"I'm just a girl. And and I like you way too much..." she slurred. Then she looked at the alarm clock that was on my nightstand which read three in the morning.

"Deee... I need Deee..." she's slurring, stumbling to get up from the bed. I had tried to help her up but she didn't want me touching her so I walked behind her, in case she fell back.

When we had gotten down the stairs, Dee was straddled on Joe's lap, doing some sort of lapdance. What is with these girls? I stared at Joe, who was obviously so drunk as well and enjoying it. He was filming it actually, on his phone. Usually I would've been like damn but if Gabby found out that I allowed this to happen, she would definitely kill me. And after what she said upstairs, and her kissing me, she's sooo not worth losing. So I grabbed the phone from Joe's hand, I pulled Dee off of him and reunited her with Gabby.

"What are you doing?!" she'd shrieked at me. Gabby asked me to take them home, so I had obliged.

I know. I know what you're all thinking.

I shouldn't have been driving.

But I did, and luckily, we made it home alive and in one piece.

When I walk these two very drunk ladies into the house, David Graise is standing there with his arms crossed, looking worried sick in the middle of the night.

"Thank you so much Mauricio, real life saver,"

"It's fine Mr. G, have a good night," I waved good night, turned around and drove to my house.

I know. I know what you're all thinking.

I shouldn't have been driving.

But I did, and luckily, we made it home alive and in one piece.

When I walked inside my mom was wide awake. She was with my niece, who was throwing up blood. My sister wasn't home.

I stayed up with my niece and told my mom to go to bed. My niece had been out of the hospital for not even a day and this is how bad she was. And where was my sister?

"Moe, you've been out so much," my mom scolded me. I shrugged.

"You been talking to Gabriela?" she had asked curiously.

A few weeks ago I had made it official to my mom that I was dating Gabriela. Of course, she was happy, since Gabriela's father is from Colombia, so she assumes Gabby gets our culture. Of course, Gabby wasn't even raised as a true Colombian, so she has no idea what our culture is, I don't even think she speaks a lick of Spanish. Even though I wasn't, I knew she wouldn't accept me spending so much time with her, because it's not as though she's my wife. My mom is pretty protective of her children, especially the younger ones like my sister and I after all my brothers have put her through.

"I don't know, I don't want to talk about it. I'm going to bed," I ran upstairs into my, once again, messy room.

And that marked the first night I dreamt about Gabriela Graise.